Liar, Liar by Kasey Millstead Page A

day,” he admits.  “But it’s better now.”  He grins and his dimples pop out.  God, he’s gorgeous.
    “I’m glad.  Want to race?”
    “You know I’ll beat you, right?”
    “You’re so sure?” I splash him with some water while I subtly move back to the wall.  “Go!” I push off from the wall to give myself a boost and then swim as fast as I can to the end.  When I slap the side of the pool, I am almost breathless, but I’m satisfied to see I beat him by just one arm’s length.
    “You cheated,” he accuses.
    “Don’t be a sore loser, Benny,” I placate, biting back my laughter.
    “I’ll show you sore loser,” he warns through a chuckle.  Then he grips me by the waist and tosses me into the water.  I fly through the air and land with a shriek, surfacing with a splutter.
    “Oh, you’re in for it now.” I give him a glare before swimming after him.  He races away and I finally manage to grip his shoulders (only because I’m sure he slowed down so I could).  I climb onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist.  Then with no other option, I make a fist and give him a noogie.  He laughs out loud, the rich, deep noise surrounding me, and bringing out my own burst of laughter.
    As we continue to splash each other and laugh in the water, our touches become more frequent, they begin to linger longer, and the heady scent of arousal and tension fills the air around us.  He comes up behind me and dunks me down before lifting me back up again.  Instead of releasing me, his hand stays on my hips before moving around to splay across my stomach.  Of its own accord, my ass tips back and I feel the rigid length of his hard-on pressing against me. 
    I almost whimper, but I manage to swallow it before it escapes my lips. 
    Spinning around, I catch him off guard and I’m able to dunk him.  I take off, swimming across the pool, trying not to get a mouthful of water as I laugh.  Our playful antics are like tantric foreplay.  I am so turned on, and from the heated look in his beautiful eyes, I know he is feeling the same way. 
    My feet are just able to touch the bottom of the pool, so I turn and keep walking backward while watching as Benny stalks toward me like a lion stalking its prey.  A victorious gleam glints in his eyes as his lips tilt in a smirk, when my back hits the side of the pool.
    Shit.
    He corners me, caging me in with his strong arms.  He is so close to me that our breath is mingling, yet he isn’t close enough.  He isn’t touching me, and I want so desperately for him to touch me.
    “You dunked me,” he states.
    “I did,” I reply, trying for meek, but failing as I have to bite back a grin.
    “You’re a naughty girl, Makenna,” he whispers hoarsely.  My stomach dips and my thighs clench together.
    He moves in closer, but refrains from touching me.  Every single nerve ending in my body is on high alert, waiting, aching for his touch.
    His eyes search my face for a beat, and when he finds what he is looking for, his head dips down and his lips meet mine.  He nibbles softly along my flesh before probing my top lip with his tongue.  I willingly open for him and he slides inside caressing me gently.  Even though we are in the pool, my body is on fire.  I desperately want to reach out and touch him, wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer to me while deepening the kiss.  I want to scratch my nails down his back and feel his muscles ripple beneath my fingertips.  I want to feel his hard length rubbing against the ache between my thighs.  I want…
    “Benny,” I whisper, as he pulls his lips from mine briefly.  Something about the sheer want in my voice has his self-control snapping because he grinds into me, fusing his body to my own and then he takes my mouth in savage, bruising kiss that has my toes curling. 
    My fingers thread through his hair and I tug him impossibly closer to me.  His hands grip my ass and he lifts me up.  Instinctively, my legs go